[Remy's brows drew together as one raised up at the reaction she gave, a rather 'wtf' expression before it relaxed into a roll of his eyes and shake to his head. Really, Raven?] Ain't nothin' like that, cool ya jets. 'm meanin', this still 1950's Maine, 'nd folks weren't the most understandin' back in that time. [Then a bit of a mumbling.] Still don't feel that understandin' in our time. [But that wasn't important right now, not with being dragged here.]

Don't go lookin' for a fight where there ain't one. [At least give him a chance to annoy or insult you before you decide to start one, Mystique.]